I charted once a course to gold,

a place wherein I might take hold

of everything I ever wished.

Retire there; enjoy the bliss.

But every time I thought that I

was finally there, I’d stop and try

to take my rest and grab the things

that I expected such to bring.

But each time I found to my dread,

the land of gold lay still ahead.

And on and on this cycle went

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